Fat. Beautiful. Tasty. Ravenous.

Chapter 20

"Are you joking?" Eraserhead asks, the first to recover from his shock.

"No!" I assure him, "I need to learn to control this power but I can't work on it without someone there to stop me. You can stop me!"

He considers me a moment, his eyes searching mine. I can't tell if he's hoping to find doubt or resolve there.

"Ai-chan," Fat says gently, squeezing my hand, "Are you sure about this? Him watching us? That's... really personal."

I look back at him briefly and find his face worried, possibly scared. For me? Or maybe because he's afraid of performing in front of someone else, let alone a friend.

I suppose I should've considered how he'd feel about it a little more but the idea popped into my head and I just said it. I knew if I didn't in that moment, I'd never be able to work up the courage to again.

It is truly a terrifying prospect- sharing one of our most intimate moments with someone else- but Fat said I can trust him and that he wouldn't judge me. So far, he's shown that to be the case.

But maybe this proposal is one step too far for Fat.

"Would you not want to?" I ask, afraid of what his response will be.

"I..." His golden eyes are glossed over with unease.

My heart sinks. It is too much to ask.

"If you don't want to, I won't force you." I look away, not wanting my eyes to reveal my disappointment. I don't want him to feel guilty. I just want him to be happy and to love me, "I'll figure out another way..."

He pulls me closer to his massive form, my chest hitting his soft, plush belly, and runs the fingers of his free hand through my hair in the way that soothes me most.

"No," he murmurs, his voice washing over me like a warm bath, "I told you I'd do anything. I will... for you."

My heart lightens at his answer and my wings flare in delight. Knowing he'd step outside of his comfort zone for me makes me so happy, I feel like I might be glowing.

Eraserhead clears his throat to get our attention back on him, "I think you're forgetting that I never agreed to this."

His dark eyes are wary, like a jumpy animal in a predator's territory.

All of the hope I just built up begins to sink to the pit of my stomach again as I watch him.

"You won't... help us?"

He sighs and scratches at his head, frustrated. "I want to help you, Fujisaki. I wish there were an easier way of training you than letting you put your mouth on people but..."

"But you said I wasn't being imaginative enough! I want you to train me! I'll work hard! This isn't just a game to me!"

He shakes his head, "When I said that, I meant he could tie you up or something! Not that you should perform sex acts in front of other people!"

"Not other people!" I growl back, "Just you! Aren't you a professional? Aren't you a teacher? Would you leave one of your students out in the cold like this!?"

Eraserhead hesitates and I can see something replaying in his head. I've hit a nerve...

It's taking him a while to respond but I wait in silence, hoping whatever he's recalling is convincing him to agree.

"Fujisaki," he meets my eyes again, "you seem like a decent person. You would have to be for Fat to like you so much. Kirishima also only has good things to say. I have no doubt that you mean well when you're asking me to do this but it is a lot to ask."